Chapter 216
A couple of minutes later we pull over outside Roxy and Vic's place. As we walk to the porch, Wren just won't stop stealing glances at me and she's smiling like a child who just got offered a trip to Disneyland.
"I thought it was the lingerie making you happy, or maybe I was wrong," I state as we reach the door and Wren presses the bell.
"Can't a girl have a good day? Because I see no problem with that," she says and before I can reply Roxy opens the door.
"Hey babes, come on in," Roxy says excitedly and Wren walks in all excited. Roxy smiles broadly at me and I do the same.
What's with the smiling today?
My question is answered when I walk into the living room.
Everyone I know is there. Well, everyone except our parents.
I pause and look around. The twins, Maeve, Johnny, Vic... Kye is even here.
"Uhm... Is there a party happening here? Because I for sure did not get an invitation," I say as I look behind me where Roxy is standing. "Where's Scott? I thought he was here?"
As if on cue, he appears from the kitchen and he stops immediately when his eyes land on me. He looks deep into my eyes and for a moment I feel like he's trying to say something. There's an emotion in his eyes. I can see the longing look he's giving me. Everyone just goes silent in the room and I can tell that they are all looking at us.
Scott takes a few steps forward and I get to enjoy the full view of his masculine self. He's in black jeans, black Chuck Taylor's and a white t-shirt that's making his biceps look bigger as always. His hair... Oh his beautiful hair is now long and covering a part of his forehead.
"Kyrah," he whispers.
"Scott," I whisper back.
And in four long strides he's right in front of me, looking down at me and I begin to wonder what's happening. Before I can say anything, he closes the small gap between us. Body to body, we stand in the middle of the living room. His hand cups my cheek and I begin to say something but he cuts me off in the most surprising way.
His lips sweetly and gently reach for mine. A wildfire has just been set ablaze deep within me and the moment his lips touch mine, I become weak. Weaker than a wilted plant. It's like I just came alive but I can't seem to feel my legs at the same time. As his lips touch mine, I feel like I am blossoming, like a beautiful flower. Heat is now rising from my stomach to my chest as I inhale his masculine scent that's hypnotic beyond reason.
I even find myself curling my toes as the familiar taste of him silences all my thoughts. Forgetting that we aren't alone, a moan escapes me and he groans.
He's kissing me so passionately that I even forget where we are. His tongue is passionately searching for mine, digging deep into my mouth, as I taste the familiar taste of mint. The way his lips are caressing mine makes my intestines squirm, a zoo is suddenly in my tummy and a volcano is erupting in my brain and as for my heart, well I feel like it's about to burst.
What's going on?
His hands snake around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. I slowly pull away from the kiss but it takes me time to open my eyes, my entire body is tingling, and right now his gentle touch feels forbidden. Without any warning, he pulls me in, claiming my mouth again, this time hungry and intense until my knees give in. The kiss is fierce, deep, burning, full of passion, sweet and fiery. Damn! My knickers are definitely not okay, I can feel heat at the centre of my thighs.
Oh God! I want this man to be by my side for the rest of my life. He is The One. He is my everything, he gives me life and I would die if anything bad ever happened to him again.
This is all confusing. My heart wants him but my brain is filled with a lot of questions. This wasn't supposed to happen until he got better. Is this a mistake?
I need to know what's going on. So I slowly pull away from the kiss again and when I look up at him, he's smiling. A broad and joyful smile.
"I don't understand what's going on," I say as I shake my head and he takes my hands into his and his thumbs draw circles around my palms.
"Kyrah, I remember everything. Every single thing and I just couldn't wait to hold you in my arms and kiss you," he says as he kisses the back of my hand.
Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I look at him in disbelief, my mouth agape.
"H-how? I- I thought that... " I begin but my words trail off and he tucks my hair behind my ears.
"The other day when I told you about the dream I had, I actually dreamed about it the night before we went to see Blake. I woke up and everything had suddenly come back to me. I just couldn't wait to tell you, I wanted to surprise you today," he says and plants a small kiss on my forehead and my heart does a back flip twice and continues beating so fast. My hands begin trembling and all of a sudden, the tears finally drop down my cheeks and he catches them. His warm fingers feel so soft and gentle on my skin that I don't want him to stop touching me.
"Scott–" my voice breaks and I burst out in tears as I throw myself at him and he embraces me so warmly. I am not crying because I am sad, but because I am happy. Happy that all the efforts paid off. Happy that he's finally himself. Happy that I fought for the lost love I never thought would return. I am happy that he remembers everything and I can't be grateful enough to God and everyone else.
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